Drake ran and ran. His paws hit the ground hard, his calves were burning yet he didn't stop. He had pretty much run around the whole forest twice now but he still had so much pent up tension that he didn't know how to release.
How could one person drive him so crazy? He didn't think it was possible. It didn't take long before he heard steps behind him. He knew there was only one person bold enough to follow the alpha out into the woods when he was clearly in a terrible mood. He didn't stop for her though. He wasn't in the mood.
“Drake, slow down," Joanne voice sounded in his head. Werewolves of the same pack have a telepathic connection that lets them communicate when in their wolf forms anytime they're in close range.
“Go back Jo. I really don't want to talk to you right now," he re
